My Childhood Crush

Chapter 7

I had gone old-school. Nicole Scherzinger's "Your Love" was blasting through my apartment while I tried to find the perfect outfit for today's outing. My room was a complete mess, my hair was still damp and I hadn't even started applying my make-up. If Harry was true to his word, he should be here in fifteen minutes.

"Damn it, damn it, DAMN IT!" I shouted. I had to look perfect for him, but there was nothing that looked good on me. If only I hadn't ripped my white dress...

With only five minutes left I finally picked simple, but skin-tight black top and shorts, completed by gold earrings and necklace. When I started applying mascara, there was a knock on the door. I cursed again but went to let Harry in.

He narrowed his eyes. "I thought I told you to find the perfect outfit," he said instead of a greeting and let himself in.

"Hi to you too" I murmured and blushed. Not really the reaction I had hoped for. Not even close.

I closed the door and followed him to my bedroom. He was digging through the piles of clothes until he was holding a black minidress and my oversized jean jacket. I raised my eyebrow and look at what I was wearing now - jean shorts and a black top - and at those clothes in his hand. "Kinda similar to what I'm wearing right now isn't it?" I asked, still pissed he had dismissed my efforts so easily.

"Kinda, but mine is better," he said and threw them at me. I caught them, put them on the bed and waited till he left the room before is started stripping. I stepped out of the jeans and pulled off my top.

"Asshole," I murmured, reaching for the dress, but before I could feel the fabric, a strong, tattooed pair of arms snaked around my waist and pulled me back until I was pressed tightly against Harry's muscular body.

"Maybe I'll take that later. For now, I'd rather play with your p***y," he bit my ear. All my anger disappeared and the only thought in my head was more, more, more. How I could've fallen asleep while he touched me yesterday I will never understand. Right now I felt so alive. I felt like every little bit of my skin that came in contact with his was on fire.

I turned around and after all these years of hoping and yearning, I finally crushed my lips against his. I could feel his surprise but then he pushed me against the wall, holding my wrists captive with one hand, while the other cupped my breast and squeezed it.

"Oh my God, yes..."I let out and pulled him even closer. I wanted to crawl inside him.

I could feel arrogance pouring out of him. "If you feel like that only after a kiss, I'm not sure you can bear anything else. " I looked into his eyes, starting to feel angry again, but before I could say anything, his fingers touched my core, and I was a goner.

My lips found his again, and I could feel his p***s stirring. Yes, yes, yes! Finally! I hummed, happier then I had ever been. I did not care that we were supposed to go to some kind of party and people were probably waiting for us. I was aware, however, that I was almost naked in front of him, but he was still fully clothed.

I tugged at the bottom of his shirt, trying to get it off, but he suddenly stopped kissing me and his fingers, who had barely started touching me, disappeared from my lady parts as well.

"Do not dare! Finish what you started," I growled, but Harry just smirked and left the room.

"Where the f**k do you think you're going?" I asked and ran after him, only to collide with his body. I fell, and since his hands were occupied, he did not catch me and I landed on my butt, which made me even angrier.

He put the box on my bed and reached for my hand, but I ignored it and stood up without his help. "First, you make me change my clothes, " I said, weirdly calm. "To which you have no rights since you're not my boyfriend, by the way," I added. With each passing word, my voice became colder and more alienated. "Then, you lead me on, make me dripping wet and leave me wanting. I do not care about your games. Leave. Now."

I looked into his eyes which looked darker than ever and wanted to smack him. The i***t was smiling and not even listening to me. I took a deep breath to order him to go once more, but he silenced me with a kiss.

I did not expect that, and at the moment I did not want it either, so I bit him. He hissed. I had drawn blood, and I felt bad for that, but he did not deserve my apology.

"Kitten, would you be so kind and wait for my explanation before biting? Though feel free to bite anytime you want, I really don't mind," he winked. He then presented me the box. "I was simply getting you ready for your present. Open it. "

I narrowed my eyes but took the damn box. I shook it, then took off the lid. Inside there were metal balls, looking just like the ones from fifty shades franchise. I gulped.

"What the hell is this?" I asked, confused.

He smirked. "I love that you don't know these things. It will be some much fun teaching you." he kissed my nose and took the string, connecting the two silver balls. "These beauties are phenomenal. I will insert them inside your p***y and then we'll go to the party. And every time you will move or simply laugh, they will move inside you, creating friction. They will bring you so much pleasure tonight, I promise. You see, when-"

"I know what they are. " I didn't let him finish. "Why the hell are you giving them to me?"

He bit his lip to stop himself from laughing. He then came closer, bringing his thumb to my lips and parting them. "Because I want you. And before I take you, I want to torture you. I want to get you madly aroused in a party full of people where there is nothing you can do about your... situation." he moved his head and bit my shoulder again, harder this time. "And when you feel like you cannot take it anymore, I will torture you even more. And then, maybe, if you deserve it, I will finally take you and f**k you harder then you've ever been fucked."

I have to say I've never been so turned on and scared of him at the same time. And my fear only turned me on more, so when he touched my entrance, I was so ready that I almost climaxed from that one, small whisper of a touch alone.

"Perfect," he murmured against my lips. Harry lead me to my bed, bend me over, crouched down and slowly inserted the balls inside me. I shuddered from the intrusion of the unknown objects, but he kissed my buttcheek and my thoughts turned to him, the perfect god behind me.

"Get dressed," he ordered and left the room.

I quickly put on the dress and jacket, changed my drenched panties to new ones, and left the room. I put my phone, wallet, and keys into the small, black handbag and we left the apartment.

While I was locking the door, I felt Harry's hand slid under my dress and right to my c**t. He pushed me against the door, sandwiching me with his body, and kissed my neck, while his hand drew slow lapses around my c**t.

"You see why it was essential that you wore a dress? I need to have access to my sweet garden of Eden," he purred, kissed my neck once more and then let me go.

I let out a shaky breath and straightened my dress. What had I gotten myself into?